I Got Candy 歌词
| 歌曲 | I Got Candy |
| 歌手 | Tru |
| 专辑 | Tru 2 Da Game |
| 下载 | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Master P, Mo B. Dick ... | |
| This for all ya'll niggaz dat tru to the g-zame. | |
| From master p and the whole tru click. it's time to hook ya ice | |
| Cream up and turn it into candy. | |
| Mo b. dick：oh! | |
| Chorus i: i got candy! | |
| Mo b. dick: i can serve you on the block | |
| Cocaine, cream, or rock, it takes over fiend | |
| I got candy! | |
| Mo b. dick: i wanna know | |
| If you feel it, too, just like i do. | |
| [silkk] | |
| I hits the block non stop, rocks in my sock | |
| Pause for a second when i see the cops | |
| Rocks of candy, whatever you wanna call it | |
| But when i get you hooked, it's like a muthafuckin alcoholic | |
| I stay ??? around like a poster, watch fiends follow like a toaster | |
| Candy i have move em fast like ??? | |
| Knick knack paddy whack, give a fiend a fast sack | |
| 9 times outta 10, he'll tell his friends and they'll be right back | |
| Whole bunch a niggaz, and just one fiend | |
| They come to me for less cut, cause i boast bigger cream | |
| And them fiends come back cause they understand me, | |
| I open up shop, open up shop cause i got candy | |
| Chorus ii: he's got candy! yo eyes roll in your head, | |
| Mo b. dick: you toss and turn in yo bed | |
| Cause i only sell the best to you, | |
| Mo b. dick: indeed i do! | |
| Simply put i'm the reason why | |
| Silkk: why? | |
| Everyday you get high, | |
| Mo b. dick: real high! | |
| And you know i got that crack for you | |
| Mo b. dick: indeed i do! | |
| Just for you | |
| [silkk] | |
| I'm sittin on the post, choppin game with this bitch, | |
| I see ya later ho, i gots money to get | |
| Cause as long as a fiend with dream, i got cream | |
| Money moves everything around me, kn'what i mean? | |
| Cause as a ??? with a dolla, i'm sittin on a drop and parlour | |
| On some gold thangs, watch all them hoes follow | |
| My money makes stacks and real deals | |
| I keep my cash, nigga taj, i can't chill, i gots to pay bills | |
| And these niggaz can't stand me | |
| Got this ho that said she wanna suck my dick for candy | |
| Gotta watch out for these dope fiends cause they be runnin tricks, | |
| $3 what they gon come with, $3 what they gon get | |
| I hold the block like a 7-11(7-11), kick yo door in like taj (taj) | |
| Cut the shit up like machetti, chop the shit up like grass | |
| Cause i'm a stay hustlin till they fuckin can me bitch, | |
| Because it's monday, tuesday, wednesday, thursday, friday, i got | |
| Candy | |
| Chorus i | |
| [master p] | |
| Uuuunnnngggghhhh! i smoke weed cause i'm a drug deala | |
| I sell candy on the block fool, to make my fuckin scrilla | |
| 7 grams for $2.50, | |
| Got niggaz in the hood on hold, tryin to get with me | |
| I keep a stash for the drought, | |
| But the shit i sling daily in plastic out my mouth | |
| My homies use code names, | |
| Like l.d., big champ, slim, t dove, and big mann | |
| I take penetentiary chances to make a livin, | |
| Every 1st of the month, is like thanksgiving | |
| Fiends hug me like they miss me | |
| Hoes see me rollin in my car, and wanna be with me | |
| I get my candy from california by the keys | |
| Ship it in boats and trains back to new orleans | |
| And open up shop like mr. rogers, | |
| But sell mo hits than the dodgers | |
| And fiends holla "ungh!" cause it's all good | |
| From the triple beam, straight to the neighborhood | |
| And when you sellin candy trust nobody | |
| Cause niggaz even snitched on john gotti | |
| Niggaz stay tru to the g-zame, | |
| Never front on muthafuckin candy in the dope game | |
| And never go to the fedz on ya folks | |
| Cause punks get fucked with the soap | |
| Chorus iii: | |
| Mo b. dick: i got that real good cocaine (cocaine) each and | |
| Every day, all real tru soldiers, on these streets i gotta get my pay. | |
| My game so tight, so good, so good, yeah! | |
| Mo b. dick: cocaine, he-roin, that fire ass weed | |
| Values and boulders, just tell me what you need baby. oh! | |
| Cotton candy, candy! |
| zuo ci : Master P, Mo B. Dick ... | |
| This for all ya' ll niggaz dat tru to the gzame. | |
| From master p and the whole tru click. it' s time to hook ya ice | |
| Cream up and turn it into candy. | |
| Mo b. dick: oh! | |
| Chorus i: i got candy! | |
| Mo b. dick: i can serve you on the block | |
| Cocaine, cream, or rock, it takes over fiend | |
| I got candy! | |
| Mo b. dick: i wanna know | |
| If you feel it, too, just like i do. | |
| silkk | |
| I hits the block non stop, rocks in my sock | |
| Pause for a second when i see the cops | |
| Rocks of candy, whatever you wanna call it | |
| But when i get you hooked, it' s like a muthafuckin alcoholic | |
| I stay ??? around like a poster, watch fiends follow like a toaster | |
| Candy i have move em fast like ??? | |
| Knick knack paddy whack, give a fiend a fast sack | |
| 9 times outta 10, he' ll tell his friends and they' ll be right back | |
| Whole bunch a niggaz, and just one fiend | |
| They come to me for less cut, cause i boast bigger cream | |
| And them fiends come back cause they understand me, | |
| I open up shop, open up shop cause i got candy | |
| Chorus ii: he' s got candy! yo eyes roll in your head, | |
| Mo b. dick: you toss and turn in yo bed | |
| Cause i only sell the best to you, | |
| Mo b. dick: indeed i do! | |
| Simply put i' m the reason why | |
| Silkk: why? | |
| Everyday you get high, | |
| Mo b. dick: real high! | |
| And you know i got that crack for you | |
| Mo b. dick: indeed i do! | |
| Just for you | |
| silkk | |
| I' m sittin on the post, choppin game with this bitch, | |
| I see ya later ho, i gots money to get | |
| Cause as long as a fiend with dream, i got cream | |
| Money moves everything around me, kn' what i mean? | |
| Cause as a ??? with a dolla, i' m sittin on a drop and parlour | |
| On some gold thangs, watch all them hoes follow | |
| My money makes stacks and real deals | |
| I keep my cash, nigga taj, i can' t chill, i gots to pay bills | |
| And these niggaz can' t stand me | |
| Got this ho that said she wanna suck my dick for candy | |
| Gotta watch out for these dope fiends cause they be runnin tricks, | |
| 3 what they gon come with, 3 what they gon get | |
| I hold the block like a 711 711, kick yo door in like taj taj | |
| Cut the shit up like machetti, chop the shit up like grass | |
| Cause i' m a stay hustlin till they fuckin can me bitch, | |
| Because it' s monday, tuesday, wednesday, thursday, friday, i got | |
| Candy | |
| Chorus i | |
| master p | |
| Uuuunnnngggghhhh! i smoke weed cause i' m a drug deala | |
| I sell candy on the block fool, to make my fuckin scrilla | |
| 7 grams for 2. 50, | |
| Got niggaz in the hood on hold, tryin to get with me | |
| I keep a stash for the drought, | |
| But the shit i sling daily in plastic out my mouth | |
| My homies use code names, | |
| Like l. d., big champ, slim, t dove, and big mann | |
| I take penetentiary chances to make a livin, | |
| Every 1st of the month, is like thanksgiving | |
| Fiends hug me like they miss me | |
| Hoes see me rollin in my car, and wanna be with me | |
| I get my candy from california by the keys | |
| Ship it in boats and trains back to new orleans | |
| And open up shop like mr. rogers, | |
| But sell mo hits than the dodgers | |
| And fiends holla " ungh!" cause it' s all good | |
| From the triple beam, straight to the neighborhood | |
| And when you sellin candy trust nobody | |
| Cause niggaz even snitched on john gotti | |
| Niggaz stay tru to the gzame, | |
| Never front on muthafuckin candy in the dope game | |
| And never go to the fedz on ya folks | |
| Cause punks get fucked with the soap | |
| Chorus iii: | |
| Mo b. dick: i got that real good cocaine cocaine each and | |
| Every day, all real tru soldiers, on these streets i gotta get my pay. | |
| My game so tight, so good, so good, yeah! | |
| Mo b. dick: cocaine, heroin, that fire ass weed | |
| Values and boulders, just tell me what you need baby. oh! | |
| Cotton candy, candy! |
| zuò cí : Master P, Mo B. Dick ... | |
| This for all ya' ll niggaz dat tru to the gzame. | |
| From master p and the whole tru click. it' s time to hook ya ice | |
| Cream up and turn it into candy. | |
| Mo b. dick: oh! | |
| Chorus i: i got candy! | |
| Mo b. dick: i can serve you on the block | |
| Cocaine, cream, or rock, it takes over fiend | |
| I got candy! | |
| Mo b. dick: i wanna know | |
| If you feel it, too, just like i do. | |
| silkk | |
| I hits the block non stop, rocks in my sock | |
| Pause for a second when i see the cops | |
| Rocks of candy, whatever you wanna call it | |
| But when i get you hooked, it' s like a muthafuckin alcoholic | |
| I stay ??? around like a poster, watch fiends follow like a toaster | |
| Candy i have move em fast like ??? | |
| Knick knack paddy whack, give a fiend a fast sack | |
| 9 times outta 10, he' ll tell his friends and they' ll be right back | |
| Whole bunch a niggaz, and just one fiend | |
| They come to me for less cut, cause i boast bigger cream | |
| And them fiends come back cause they understand me, | |
| I open up shop, open up shop cause i got candy | |
| Chorus ii: he' s got candy! yo eyes roll in your head, | |
| Mo b. dick: you toss and turn in yo bed | |
| Cause i only sell the best to you, | |
| Mo b. dick: indeed i do! | |
| Simply put i' m the reason why | |
| Silkk: why? | |
| Everyday you get high, | |
| Mo b. dick: real high! | |
| And you know i got that crack for you | |
| Mo b. dick: indeed i do! | |
| Just for you | |
| silkk | |
| I' m sittin on the post, choppin game with this bitch, | |
| I see ya later ho, i gots money to get | |
| Cause as long as a fiend with dream, i got cream | |
| Money moves everything around me, kn' what i mean? | |
| Cause as a ??? with a dolla, i' m sittin on a drop and parlour | |
| On some gold thangs, watch all them hoes follow | |
| My money makes stacks and real deals | |
| I keep my cash, nigga taj, i can' t chill, i gots to pay bills | |
| And these niggaz can' t stand me | |
| Got this ho that said she wanna suck my dick for candy | |
| Gotta watch out for these dope fiends cause they be runnin tricks, | |
| 3 what they gon come with, 3 what they gon get | |
| I hold the block like a 711 711, kick yo door in like taj taj | |
| Cut the shit up like machetti, chop the shit up like grass | |
| Cause i' m a stay hustlin till they fuckin can me bitch, | |
| Because it' s monday, tuesday, wednesday, thursday, friday, i got | |
| Candy | |
| Chorus i | |
| master p | |
| Uuuunnnngggghhhh! i smoke weed cause i' m a drug deala | |
| I sell candy on the block fool, to make my fuckin scrilla | |
| 7 grams for 2. 50, | |
| Got niggaz in the hood on hold, tryin to get with me | |
| I keep a stash for the drought, | |
| But the shit i sling daily in plastic out my mouth | |
| My homies use code names, | |
| Like l. d., big champ, slim, t dove, and big mann | |
| I take penetentiary chances to make a livin, | |
| Every 1st of the month, is like thanksgiving | |
| Fiends hug me like they miss me | |
| Hoes see me rollin in my car, and wanna be with me | |
| I get my candy from california by the keys | |
| Ship it in boats and trains back to new orleans | |
| And open up shop like mr. rogers, | |
| But sell mo hits than the dodgers | |
| And fiends holla " ungh!" cause it' s all good | |
| From the triple beam, straight to the neighborhood | |
| And when you sellin candy trust nobody | |
| Cause niggaz even snitched on john gotti | |
| Niggaz stay tru to the gzame, | |
| Never front on muthafuckin candy in the dope game | |
| And never go to the fedz on ya folks | |
| Cause punks get fucked with the soap | |
| Chorus iii: | |
| Mo b. dick: i got that real good cocaine cocaine each and | |
| Every day, all real tru soldiers, on these streets i gotta get my pay. | |
| My game so tight, so good, so good, yeah! | |
| Mo b. dick: cocaine, heroin, that fire ass weed | |
| Values and boulders, just tell me what you need baby. oh! | |
| Cotton candy, candy! |
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